I felt like a little girl on Christmas morning opening the biggest present, and finding exactly what she wanted!
When Sharon Watson, Kenwood School’s librarian, invited me to come do an author visit assembly, I was over-the-top thrilled. I taught at Kenwood for ten years and filled various creative roles. To me, it was the happiest place on earth to teach but I gave it up to pursue my writing dreams.
Facing the assembled children, I told the story of my journey since second grade. I didn’t bore them with lengthy tales of my history but encouraged them to keep hoping and dreaming and work hard at whatever their dream is, in order to make it come true.
Just for fun, I gave volunteers the opportunity to shoot rubber bands through holes on a game board, reminding them that shooting a rubber band is how Eddie got in trouble and they should only use rubber bands for their intended purpose or end up in the principal’s office.
The students had many great questions and I had to opportunity to speak to the fifth-grade class as they are doing a NANOWRIMO project.
It’s always a pleasure to watch the faces of the children as I sign books. But, just like a day ending at Disneyland, I didn’t want to leave the happiest place on earth. Alas, I must return to the hardest part of being an author – writing.
Stormy is usually a people person but when her temper flares, it’s obvious she was aptly named. And now her ire has been piqued. Watch out world.
All but the cardinal are giving her space.
Rob is usually the smartest guy in the room, but when he forgot to think about his words, he turned loose a tornado. Now he’s dealing with the aftermath and praying there’s still enough love to save amidst the debris.
How can he convince Stormy they belong together? Could this be the perfect moment for another person to step in?
Or will the cardinal in the sycamore tree prove Rob’s case?
Return to 1970 Indiana with Stormy, the second book in The Weather Girls series for Women’s Lib, drive-ins, and Christian family values.
You will enjoy Stormy because everyone knows that sometimes you’ve just got to shake things up a bit.
My Thoughts…
Stormy picks up where the first book in The Weather Girls series left off. However, if you were to read them out of sequence, you won’t miss a thing. The author does a great job of keeping the reader up-to-date on prior events.
Main character, Stormy, rides an emotional roller coaster through the entire book, having been separated from her husband for several months. Add to the mix an out-of-control former co-worker relentlessly chasing Stormy’s husband.
Stormy doesn’t always make the right choices, truly living up to her name.
Despite setbacks in their blossoming wedding event business, the Weather Girls prevail through every kind of hardship due to their faith and a wonderful Gramma. Surprises abound throughout this tale, making for another page-tuner by Jennifer Lynn Cary.
I enjoyed reading this tale of the second sister and look forward to reading the third book in the series about the third sister, Windy.
I received a free e-copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
About the Author
Jennifer Lynn Cary likes to say you can take the girl out of Indiana, but you can’t take the Hoosier out of the girl. Now transplanted to the Arizona desert, this direct descendant of Davy Crockett and her husband of forty years enjoy time with family where she shares tales of her small town heritage and family legacies with their grandchildren.
She is the author of The Crockett Chronicles series and The Relentless series as well as the stand-alone novella Tales of the Hob Nob Annex Café and her recent split-time novel The Traveling Prayer Shawl.
More from Jennifer Lynn
What were you doing in 1970? Were you even around? It’s funny how for some that year is crystal clear in their memory and for some it’s chapter out of a history book.
I remember having lunch with a literary agent who’d been a guest speaker for a writer’s conference I attended. He mentioned that it was strange to him that now 1974 was considered historical. Worse, for me, it was the year I was graduated from high school! Talk about making one feel old.
And yet there’s so many wonderful things about setting a story in the late 60s- to early 70s.
The research is amazing—TV broadcasts, the music, fashions, events—all that is easily assessable on the internet. Plus, want some firsthand anecdotes? Plenty of people around to share their memories.
Unlike going back to Colonial, or Victorian, or Civil War eras, this was easy. Sort of. Or overwhelming with so much to choose from. Ha!
So, with Stormy, the second book in The Weather Girls trilogy, I touched on how the Women’s Movement of the day might have and an effect. There was a lot of rethinking of the male and female roles, a shifting of the paradigm. Should he open her door? Should she let him? When was it okay to think traditionally and when did you need to consider your partner might not like a traditional role? The ERA movement was a BIG deal back then.
So, even if you don’t remember it, I hope you will have fun going back to 1970 Kokomo with Stormy and me. I look forward to seeing you there. 😉
If you’ve visited the “About Christy” page of my website or read my blog post, “The Birth of a Book,” you know I give my second-grade teacher, Mrs. Olson, credit for inspiring me to become a writer.
A year ago, I inquired about her to a reporter at my hometown’s newspaper, the Thief River Falls Times. That wonderful reporter knew who I was talking about and connected me with Mrs. Olson.
Mrs. Olson and I talked on the phone a couple of times, but the excitement grew as I told her of our trip to Minnesota.
I told her I would love to speak to students where my dad taught school and she went to work.
Soon, I was in contact with not only the principal of Challenger Elementary, but also a communications teacher at Franklin Junior High, where I went to school. He arranged a book signing at Diamonds and Designs, where Mrs. Olson volunteers.
I enjoyed every minute of my book tour, but the best moment I had was having dinner with Mrs. Susan Olson. I didn’t know what to call her, respectfully, since the entire town knows her as “Susie.” I settled on calling her Miss Susie.
We talked like old friends and had so much in common, down to our taste in clothing! I’m forever grateful to Miss Susie!
With a disposition as bright as her name, Sunny shakes it off the worst day of her life and makes a new start. She’s got the brains that it takes, but she’s more than a little scared. It’s not just her reputation on the line.
Would this cockeyed adventure be the thing her siblings need too?
Pat only wants peace in the family and never dreamed doing a favor for his sister could drop him into so much hot water. Torn between what he’s always wanted and what is staring him in the face, someone is bound to get hurt.
Odds are it will be him.
But then, only the cardinal knows for sure.
Return to 1970 Indiana with Sunny, the first book in The Weather Girls series—get into the miniskirts, bell-bottoms, and Christian family values.
You’ll love Sunny for the music, the fashions, and the hilarious antics, because who can resist a romantic trip down memory lane?
I chose this book as if I was in a bookstore, only I did it virtually.
First, I picked it for its whimsical cover that drew me in.
Second, I chose it because of the back cover copy.
Third, I read the first chapter and I was hooked.
Personally, I don’t like surprises and the main character, Sunny, gets smacked in the face almost immediately with a life-altering one. If I could crawl inside the pages of this story and hug her, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so.
This story is set in a decade I grew up in, so I became very nostalgic reading the details and loving every trip down memory lane. Jennifer Lynn Cary does an excellent job of landing us in the early 70s and makes her characters likeable and dislikeable.
As the story progresses, I fell in love with Gramma and how she takes care of the three siblings, Sunny, Stormy and Windy, all in a season of unexpected change.
The girls bond together and prove the power of family and the power of love as they create the perfect destination wedding platform in an old Victorian home, despite their personal challenges. I’m so emotionally invested in these girls that I can’t wait for the next book.
I received a copy of this book for free via ebook for the Celebratelit.com book tour.
About the Author
Jennifer Lynn Cary likes to say you can take the girl out of Indiana, but you can’t take the Hoosier out of the girl. Now transplanted to the Arizona desert, this direct descendant of Davy Crockett and her husband of forty years enjoy time with family where she shares tales of her small town heritage and family legacies with their grandchildren.
She is the author of The Crockett Chronicles series and The Relentless series as well as the stand-alone novella Tales of the Hob Nob Annex Café and her recent split-time novel The Traveling Prayer Shawl.
More from Jennifer Lynn
I was born in the 50s, grew up in the 60s and 70s, and married in 1980. I relate to K.T. Oslin’s song “80’s Ladies” a little too well. 😉
Though we moved from Kokomo, Indiana in 1972, it always will be my hometown.
A few years ago my sister headed up a plan to have an annual Cousin’s Reunion in Kokomo. Two cousins came from Ohio and my sister and I came from the west to converge on our family who still call Kokomo home. Each trip back reminded me of how much I loved growing up there.
One day Bobby Hebb’s “Sunny” came on the Oldies station and caught my attention. Then I remembered the songs “Stormy” and “Windy” and wondered what it might be like for girls with that sort of name—especially if their surname was Day. Would their dispositions match their names? Why would their parents give them those names? The questions kept coming and I fell in love with the whole storyline.
The best part was putting the house I grew up in into the book(s). Yep, as you read the story, Hazel Day’s house is set up mostly like the one where I grew up only I added a den and an extra bedroom upstairs.
Ferguson House is based on the Seiberling Mansion—I love that place and tour it every chance I can when I get back to Kokomo. It’s amazing.
I also included favorite landmarks. Scotty’s Drive-In saw a lot of me in my early teen years. Great for grabbing a coke and not that far from either school or home.
The funny thing about memories is that they can blur and morph over time. Thankfully someone from my hometown has put together a Facebook page where I can ask questions and get more than enough answers.
Many locales I remember no longer exist, so writing about them helps them live on.
I hope you will check out Sunny and 1970 Kokomo and come back for the rest of The Weather Girls trilogy.
Mrs. Oswald Chambers is about the wife of Oswald Chambers, the author of one of the most famous Christian devotionals, My Utmost for His Highest.
It was published ten years after his death, compiled by notes his wife had taken from all his years of ministering and teaching the Bible.
I must confess, I only read biographies about people I am interested in and most of them are bogged down with too many details of the person’s life. Bestselling novelist, Michelle Ule, does an excellent job of telling the story of Biddy Chambers without boring her reader to death with wordy, unimportant details.
From her upbringing in Victorian England to her experiences in a WWI YMCA camp in Egypt,
I was captivated by young Biddy’s strength as she returns to post-war Britain a destitute widow with a toddler in tow.
Refusing personal payment, Biddy published not only My Utmost for His Highest, but also 29 other books, all with her husband’s name on the covers. As a single mother, she was ahead of her time by overcoming incredible odds, all while staying humble and true to her founding faith.
Since I started to read it, I could not put it down. If I had stars to give, it would receive five out of five stars for excellence in writing and historically accurate and captivating biography.
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If you happen to love science fiction, I’m sure you have heard of the British series, Dr. Who. It’s been around for more than fifty years.
A few years ago, my children introduced me to the Doc, and I LOVED IT! We binge watched before binge watching was a trend. I absolutely fell in love with the character, especially #10, David Tennant.
In my opinion, he had the character down to a science – pun intended.
Dr. Who inspired my husband to build something I have always wanted in my front yard. A little lending library.
Well, our library isn’t so little. It’s a life-size TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space). The Tardis is how Dr. Who travels through time, and it resembles an old police call box.
When we first built our Tardis, someone reported it to our police department and they had to come check it out. There’s nothing illegal about it. It’s filled from top to bottom with books to take.
The lower shelves hold baby books to first readers and middle-grade novels.
The upper shelves are filled with books for more avid readers.
My theory in choosing the Tardis is, “Books are bigger on the inside.” (If you haven’t seen the show, you won’t know what that means, but it is highly relevant to the series plotline that has spanned more than five decades.)
The word is getting around and somedays we get “Whoovians” taking pictures with the famous box.
No matter WHO it inspires, its one and only purpose is to inspire people of all ages to read.
By the time you read this post, I will have done what some people say is “another year around the sun.”
Yes, I celebrated another year. I’m older but feel like I’m still sixteen years old, trapped in a fifty-something body. At least that is what my mind says. My body tells another story.
Don’t you hate the question, “How old are you?”
As kids, we don’t mind that question, but as a seasoned woman, I prefer to keep my answers light. Thus, the reason for this post. If you want to know how old this author is… here’s an old commercial from my younger years to give you a clue:
Ketchup is my favorite condiment.
I use it for anything fried and meat that may be a little too tough or dry to swallow.
I have embraced the fact that I was not raised with many etiquette mannerisms and learned mostly by observing. Observation has helped me become who I am today. I pride myself in not being stuffy. That is why this is now my favorite commercial for American sauce.
To celebrate my getting older, I’m giving away a present! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
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Airplanes have had them for years. Cars have had them since 2013. I’ve had one since 1996. I’m talking about my personal little black box, an insulin pump.
It’s smaller than most cell phones, often mistaken for a pager. (What’s a pager and why would someone need one? They only use them in restaurants, buzzing for you to pick up your food.)
My little black box or the “insulin pump” has become more sophisticated since I first started using one to keep my diabetes in control.
Through the years, with every upgrade and change comes another great feature. Today, most pumps come with a continuous glucose monitor that communicates to the pump if your blood sugar is high or low.
I happen to have a dog whose nose is faster than modern technology. But with a combination of both, my blood sugars are monitored quite well.
Sometimes too well.
You see, the pump is programmed so well, it beeps or vibrates for notices other than high and low blood sugars.
It beeps to tell me to check my BG or blood glucose (sugar).
It beeps if I miss a meal bolus (insulin to cover food intake).
It beeps when the insulin reservoir is low.
It beeps when I need to change the set (tubing, reservoir attached to me subcutaneously).
It SCREAMS if I ignore the calibration prompt and it can be extremely loud and hard to ignore. Actually, it screams if I ignore any of the above prompts.
Although this little black box saves my life by giving me what my physical body can’t, it bullies me. Yes, I can change the tone of the above prompts, but it will continue to bully me until I respond. Oftentimes it bullies me all night long, keeping us from sleeping or dreaming, for that matter.
Yes, it is annoying. Yes, I feel bullied. But I can’t live without it. I can’t complain because it keeps me healthy.
I can live with a bullying black box. It helps me live by my own decree:
When I was a second grader, my teacher, Mrs. Olson, told me I was destined to be a writer.
I wrote five pages about my dog and won first place in the writing contest Mrs. Olson created for her second-grade writers. That was in 1972 and I never forgot her words, always dreaming of becoming an author.There is no feeling more exhilarating than opening a box to find a dozen books with your name on the front. I compare the process to giving birth. There’s the conception, the long haul of putting words into story… and that is only the beginning.
For the most part, the process can take a lot longer than nine months of carrying a baby. Only writers can understand how much work it takes to finally hold your baby, the fruition of hard work in your hands: A book with your name on the over.
It begins with an idea.
Thanks to my friend Susan K. Stewart, who listened to my idea and said the three words authors love to hear, “Send it in,” I have a middle-grade book series.
Susan and I became friends, and she shared with me her idea for a book that was burning on her heart. I loved her idea. I wish I could have said those three words to her, but because she is an editor, she had an “in” with the publisher.
Susan had a dream, one that involved her love of donkeys.
Recently, her dream was fulfilled. A box of books arrived at her doorstep and when she opened them up, her dream for Donkey Devos was born. I love it when dreams come true.
From idea to the page, from the page to pitching to a publisher, from the publisher to the editing process and from the editing process finally to print, writing is hard work.
But because I have dreamed of writing my entire life and recently birthed my second book, to me, the entire process truly is my labor of love.
As COVID restrictions began to lift, thirty-plus people were able to enjoy fun, games, and prizes and tons of pizza at Joey’s Pizza (the very one mentioned in the books!). I ordered too much food, so many people went home with a large pizza, but that’s okay because Joey’s is the best pizza in my opinion.
If you weren’t there, you missed out on the rubber band shooting game, searching for seven Lego Elvis hidden in plain sight, an ice-breaking Bingo game, photo opportunities to be Eddie on the first book’s cover, and posing with Rocky as Elvis, all earning tickets to put in the bag of your favorite raffle prize.
After all the activity and thanking everyone for their support, I sat down to sign books.
My “vision” photo
Years ago, when I dreamed of being an author, a friend of mine set up vision photos and I took mine, pretending to sign books. That photo came to life, my dream came true, and for the first time, I felt like a real author.
The day’s activities blurred together; I can hardly remember it. But one thing I sticks out that I’ll never forget: the people I love who helped me fulfill my second-grade dream of being a writer honored me by celebrating my victory. For that reason, I am truly grateful.
Dr. Who inspired my husband to build something I have always wanted in my front yard. A little lending library.
There is no feeling more exhilarating than opening a box to find a dozen books with your name on the front. I compare the process to giving birth. There’s the conception, the long haul of putting words into story… and that is only the beginning.
